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the nameless fear

that lingers in darkness

in hearts long forsaken

awaiting the moment

when it shall be waken

will break through one day

in suffocating emptiness

and blinding silence

of streets drowned in twilight

where there’s no air

that’s meant for breathing

just salty wetness

spreading through pages

of false salience

rolling like an iron ball

on painfully smooth walls

caught in a motion

of a stone bowl

forever…

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